Sunday, June 22. Ahhh...Pismo Beach - without the hockey mask and leather body wear. "The Road Warrior" was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw the scene below.
Way off in the distance you can make out a line of vehicles traveling up and down the coast. Dune buggies flying all over the place, a traffic jam sans pavement, broken axles, the smell of gasoline, campers and sand everywhere – meaning in the streets. on sidewalks and blocking the doors to storefronts. Mayhem. I couldn't get out of there faster.
Campers. Picnic'ers. Maybe a carny or two. Troublemakers if you ask me.
There's the broken axle dude. Some vehicles are really unsuited for four-wheeling on the beach. Not really sure I'd want to be a part of this scene - something inside told me that the shit could get outta hand here really quick. My best friend, Tom, has camped here several times when he was living in Long Beach. I certainly trust his judgement and I have no problem with camping on the beach – roaring fire, Beach Boys’ tunes cranking, a little drinkie, chicks – only with the "getting there" part. Jas felt the same way.
Jeff..nice job on the trip. You take your time and really capture some neat moments..I enjoy reading your comments and have to laugh. It was a great time...only way too short. I wish we all lived closer so we could spend more time together. Love Aunt Ev
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